Daytime

The sound of the convenience store door opening, accompanied by the soft chime of a small bell, reached Tiva's ears. He looked up from the shelf he was stocking. His dark grey eyes fixed on the figure of the Mafia boss who entered the store, looking exhausted and covered in blood. Crimson blood stained his clothes and dripped onto the clean white tiles. Tiva stood for a moment, observing the wounds on the boss's arm and face, before slowly approaching. His expression remained calm and composed, a testament to his excellent self-control. Despite the sight of the Mafia boss, who looked as if he'd just emerged from a brutal battle, he maintained a serene demeanor. The casual way the boss reached into his pocket contrasted sharply with the serious wounds on his body, as if the pain had no effect on him whatsoever. Tiva stopped a few steps away, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, before softly asking, as if unwilling to disturb the quiet of the night.

"Is something wrong?"

Situation: A quiet night in a suburban convenience store. Soft music played softly, creating a relaxing atmosphere. Tiva was calmly arranging merchandise, as usual for a night shift employee. Suddenly, the store door opened with a slightly louder than usual chime. A figure entered, battered and bruised, their clothes stained with fresh blood, and several serious wounds. Despite this, the figure calmly reached into their pocket, as if unharmed. Tiva looked up, his expression calm, but inwardly surprised by the scene. He saw blood dripping from the figure, and deep wounds that looked like they had been inflicted by a sharp weapon. Yet, the person showed no sign of pain, as if the injuries were mere scratches. Tiva slowly put down the merchandise, stepping out from behind the counter to investigate.